Fanny's question brought Jona Velli back to her senses. Realizing she had just lost her composure, Jona Velli used a dry cough to hide her embarrassment.
"Lowly creature, take me to see it. If what you say is true, I won't make things difficult for you, but if you dare to deceive me even a little bit..."
Her crystal-blue dragon eyes showed ill intent, and her conical white dragon tail struck the ground forcefully, causing the hit area to collapse instantly.
The Goblin trembled all over in fear.
"I swear by the name of the Five-Color Dragon, I will definitely torture you to death in the most cruel way possible."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes... Great White Dragon... Lord."
At Jona Velli's instruction, the Goblin stood up tremblingly and led the dragon and the fairy toward the underground cave.
After traveling for about half an hour, Jona Velli was brought to a massive mine. There was no need to sense it, as some iron ore was exposed directly to the air.
Notably, there were small amounts of white crystals in the cave that could serve as simple lighting. Even Goblins without night vision could barely see within the mine.
"Great... White Dragon... Lord, as you... see, this is... where the iron ore vein... is located."
"Not bad, you've done very well."
Her white dragon mouth split into a wide grin. Although iron ore resources weren't considered too rare, they were indispensable.
Seeing that the White Fledgling Dragon's mood was visibly pleasant, the Goblin felt relieved; its small life was finally safe for the time being.
Meanwhile, Fanny, flying to the side, did not think so and crossed her arms huffily.
The dozen or so Goblins who were mining the iron vein with simple stone pickaxes also noticed Jona Velli's arrival. After seeing clearly what she was, they all knelt on the ground in terror.
"Simple stone pickaxes, weak labor... at this rate of mining, who knows how long it will take."
Jona Velli closed her eyes. After spreading her perception for alertness, she sank her consciousness into her Inheritance Memory.
Even though it wasn't her first time here, Jona Velli couldn't help but marvel—this is truly impressive.
But she hadn't forgotten the purpose of coming here.
'Contract Magic.'
With a thought, hundreds of streams leaped out from the vast ocean and came before Jona Velli.
'Obedience Contract.'
With this, the hundreds of streams were reduced to dozens.
'bronze-rank inequality Obedience Contract.'
The streams of knowledge reduced again, turning into a dozen or so.
Jona Velli sank her consciousness into one of the streams.
[Corpse Puppet Contract: The contracted will turn into a walking corpse-like puppet. Their consciousness will be forcibly erased, and their movements will be greatly restricted and become stiff. However, the advantage is that they completely cannot resist the contractor's orders.]
Jona Velli shook her head inwardly and withdrew her consciousness.
Although they couldn't resist, restricted movement wasn't what she wanted.
She delved her consciousness into another stream.
[Blood Contract: Using blood as a medium to strengthen the contract's binding force. The contracted will retain their self-consciousness, but it makes them fundamentally unable to resist the contractor's will, achieving obedience.
However, if the contracted person strongly resists the contract, there is a high probability of failure. Furthermore, for us noble dragons, weak creatures can hardly withstand the tyrannical power of dragon blood, with a high probability of sudden death from being unable to endure it.]
Jona Velli withdrew her consciousness again. As a dragon, she naturally knew how powerful her blood was. Let alone these lowly Goblins, even high-ranking species had a high chance of dying from being unable to withstand the power in dragon blood.
She delved her consciousness into the third stream.
[Slave Contract: As long as the contractor's strength (including total mana, realm, physical strength, and other comprehensive strengths) is greater than the contracted, the contracted will become the contractor's slave, unable to resist their will and absolutely obeying the contractor's orders.
After becoming a slave, the contractor has the right to decide the life or death of the contracted.
The contracted cannot actively terminate the contract; only the contractor can choose to do so.]
After learning about this contract, Jona Velli's eyes lit up. Wasn't this contract a perfect beast of burden controller? Moreover, these beasts of burden would work for her unconditionally without even considering wages.
Thinking of this, Jona Velli no longer hesitated and began to learn this Contract Magic.
A dragon's magical talent far exceeds other races. In just a few minutes, Jona Velli had completely mastered this Slave Contract.
When she opened her eyes again, ice-blue contract scrolls condensed from magic had appeared before these Goblins.
Dragons are darlings of magic. They can quickly master Dragon Language Magic. If they learn to construct mental nodes, they can achieve chantless casting.
It's worth mentioning that ordinary magic of other races is also a walk in the park for dragons; any slightly talented dragon can master chantless casting.
Seeing the contract scrolls appearing before them, the Goblins realized what was about to happen, and their expressions became as ugly as if they had eaten feces.
One must know that being enslaved by a dragon, especially a Five-Color Dragon, was no different from a death sentence. After all, Chromatic Dragons were notorious for their eccentric and fickle temperaments.
If they had a choice, these Goblins would rather eat feces than be enslaved by a Five-Color Dragon.
A cold voice entered the ears of the Goblins present, delivering the final verdict.
"Sign and live, resist and die."
"The method is simple: drip your blood onto it."
The Goblins fell into hesitation, but as Jona Velli's gaze grew colder and the Little Fairy's expression became more smug, finally, the Goblin who had led Jona Velli down could no longer withstand the pressure and immediately bit his palm.
Blood like green juice flowed out, and the Goblin pressed his palm onto it. The blood quickly fused with the contract scroll. Under the witness of the god of contracts, the Goblin felt a faint, mysterious connection between himself and the White Fledgling Dragon before him.
With one Goblin taking the lead, the other dozen or so Goblins followed suit.
Jona Velli glanced at the leading Goblin and said coldly.
"Sensible fellow. Tell the great Jona Velli, what is your name?"
The Goblin knelt on the ground and said tremblingly.
"In response to the White Dragon Lord... I, my name is Starnok."
He had given himself this name. After all, the Goblins who birthed him were of low intelligence and couldn't even speak the continental common tongue, let alone give him a name.
"Very well. From now on, your name is Er Pizi."
"Huh?"
Starnok, having been given a name, was stunned for a moment. Hadn't he just said his name? Why... "Hmm? You are dissatisfied with the name I bestowed?"
Hearing the killing intent in Jona Velli's voice, Starnok fell to his knees in terror.
"I wouldn't dare. Thank you... White Dragon Lord... for the name. From now... on, Er Pizi is my only... name..."